The Sad Bitch is Back

On re-entering the world after depression.

Photo by Molly Blackbird on Unsplash

For the better part of this last year, I wanted to disappear.

Consumed by the most severe depressive episode of my life, even brushing my teeth was an accomplishment.

Conversations were a shaky thing to hold. My trains of thought only ran on circular tracks. I didn’t know who I was or what I liked…